The Biggest Trigger of All, Romantic

When i was a kid, the peter comes into the house as good for his s a frozen peats. She reads the back and she goes, i know, what's your birthday? The oven is not going on. We are not putting the folk in oven on. So she fried the folk and petse. She fock and fried the petze in a frying pan and fed me this quer mush. And i don't know the difference cause i'm a child, and i'm eating what what i've been told is a pease. This is the nineties, lads. I sound like a 90 year old man who was remembering rationing in britain.